In the mean time, I feel like crap. I've been climbing down my stairs backward for the last few days, and feeling really stupid. I've discovered that a walking stick feels a little more dignified, so I'm going with that. It hurts more than crawling down backwards, but feels a lot less stupid.
What I should do is move downstairs again for a while, but my couch is torn apart because I had to clean the cushions (Bailey) and haven't put them back together again yet because I feel like crap and don't feel like wrestling with stuffing cushions into covers. I also can't use the downstairs bathroom because the cushions that I feel too crappy to put together are blocking my downstairs bathroom. If I could just work up the ambition to put the cushions back together I could save myself a lot of trips crawling up and down the stair. Maybe I'll do that... tomorrow... or the next day. The pharmasist says the steroids might cause euphoria. Maybe I'll feel so great I'll want to put my couch back together.
Damn! My feet hurt.